Chapter 10

Arya

“You?” I stammer.

Arthur shrugs. “Yes, me. Do we have any problem with that?”

I do. That’s the truth. I have all sorts of issues with this arrangement, but what can I do? Complain to the King and Queen who are in a meeting right now? Would they even listen to me? Because it really seems that they like Arthur and they think he’s all that.

I don’t answer. I just fold my arms over my chest as we stand face to face. For some reason, he doesn’t look teasing right now. There’s a certain tension in the air and I can see it in the way the muscles in his shoulders shift under his shirt.

“Are you alright?” I ask.

He brushes me off. “Let’s just go.”

With that, some of the servants open the door for us and he leads me away, but then he stops when he sees a man standing beside a car in front of the palace.

“Your Grace.” Arthur bows. “What are you doing here?”

“Just making sure that you are doing what the King and Queen wants you to do.” The man looks at me and suddenly I’m struck with how muc